My Biological Father Left Us When I Was Three – Then Reappeared on My 17th Birthday to Outshine My Stepdad With His Present

Again and again.

I took the keys.

Relief appeared on my biological father’s face.

Then I gently closed his fingers around them.

“I’ve wanted a car for two years.”

I turned toward Ray.

“But I wanted a dad for fourteen.”

Nobody said anything.

My biological father stared at me.

“So you’re choosing him?”

I shook my head.

“No.”

Then I said the words that finally ended his little competition.

**“He chose me.”**

My biological father eventually drove away with the car.

Ray went straight back inside.

Ten minutes later, I found him standing at the kitchen sink washing our birthday breakfast dishes as though nothing extraordinary had happened.

“Ray.”

“What?”